Au fond, la mer

El rugir de la tormenta en la noche despierta no sólo nuestros cansados sentidos sino también los recuerdos que a veces nos empeñamos en mantener dormidos en el fondo del… ¿corazón?

© Wim Mertens

Life is beautiful

Smile, without a reason why
Love, as if you were a child,
Smile, no matter what they tell you
Don't listen to a word they say
Cause life is beautiful that way.

Tears, a tidal wave of tears
Light, that slowly disappears
Wait, before you close the curtain
There is still another game to play
And life is beautiful that way

Here with his eyes forevermore
I will always be as close as you
remember from before
Now that you're out there on your own
Remember what is real and
what we dream is love alone

Keep the laughter in you eyes
Soon your long awaited prize
We'll forget about our sorrows
And think about a brighter day
Cause life is beautiful that way.

We'll forget about our sorrows
And think about a brighter day,
Cause life is beautiful that way
There's still another game to play
And life is beautiful that way.

The water is wide

The water is wide
I can’t cross over
And neither have
I wings to fly
Build me a boat
That can carry two
And both shall row
My love and I

There is a ship
And she sails the sea
She’s loaded deep
As deep can be
But not so deep
As the love I’m in
I know not how
I sink or swim

Oh love is handsome
And love is fine
The sweetest flower
When first its new
But love grows old
And waxes cold
And fades away
Like summer dew

Build me a boat
That can carry two
And both shall row
My love and I
And both shall row
My love and I

© James Taylor - Traditional

Dust in the wind

I close my eyes
Only for a moment, then the moment's gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes, a curiosity

Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind

Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind

Now, don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind
The wind

© Kansas

Credo

Aquí a esta hora, en este bar
las seis, seis y media y tú no estás
ya ves, ya lo sabes, es la edad
no sé todos dicen que es normal

Normal que ahora tiemble,
normal que no sepa
normal que te esté echando de menos,
convirtiéndote en canción

normal que me encienda,
normal que me apague
normal que me pierda en este credo
para no aferrarme a Dios

Así nuestra historia, y en mi mal
sin mí, sin amigos, sin el mar...
reloj, otro whisky al lacrimal
ya sé, pensarías que es normal

Normal que ahora tiemble, normal que no sepa
normal que te esté echando de menos,
convirtiéndote en canción

Normal que me encienda,
normal que me apague
normal que me pierda en este credo
para no aferrarme a Dios

Normal que esté borracho,
normal que sienta miedo
normal que me despierte
del sueño en otro cuerpo...

© Javier Alvarez

Adiós Cantabria, adiós

Con glárima enos ojos digo adiós
Con glárima enos ojos a la mi tierra digo adiós
Piru marchar yo no quiero
Piru marchar yo no quiero
Altas coteras cielu gris
Vuhotros seis los testigos
Altas coteras cielu gris
Vuhotros seis los testigos

No soy pa gritar abora esti dolor
No soy pa gritar abora esti dolor qu' en mí surdió
La cudicia d'unos pocos
La cudicia d'unos pocos
Cumu al miruellu ena jaula
El juturu arrobó
cumu al miruellu ena jaula
El juturu arrobó

La murria preta con juerza al mi corazón
La murria preta con juerza al mi corazón c’aquí medró
Adiós Cantabria adiós,
Adiós Cantabria adiós,
Verdi país la tierruca lluevi y lluevi sobre nos
Verdi país la tierruca lluevi y lluevi sobre nos

Quiziás la frutuna ría n'otru lugar
Quiziás la frutuna ría n'otru lugar lejos d’acá
Nacer muchas vecis más
Nacer muchas vecis más
jasta que jalle l'abrazu d’otros ojos d’otra mar
jasta que jalle l'abrazu d’otros ojos d’otra mar

Simpri soñarás nel día de la güelta
Simpri soñarás nel día de la güelta a tu casa
Onqui estés muertu vindrás
Onqui estés muertu vindrás
Y naidi ti podrá quitar de vivir nesti lugar
Y naidi ti podrá quitar de vivir nesti lugar

Small blue thing

Today I am
A small blue thing
Like a marble
Or an eye

With my knees against my mouth
I am perfectly round
I am watching you

I am cold against your skin
You are perfectly reflected
I am lost inside your pocket
I am lost against your fingers
I am falling down the stairs
I am skipping on the sidewalk
I am thrown against the sky
I am raining down in pieces
I am scattering like light
Scattering like light
Scattering like light

Today I am
A small blue thing
Made of china
Made of glass
I am cool and smooth and curious
I never blink
I am turning in your hand
Turning in your hand
Small blue thing

© Suzanne Vega

Sucedió en la antigüedad

Sucedió en la antigüedad, en esta tierra.
Cuentan que no ha habido jamás un amor como fue aquél;
Entre batallas a sangre y fuego, un cariño tan fiel.

Era una tarde de frío invierno cuando fueron a por él;
Nunca regresó su tierno amor, murió de pie.
Y ella salía a los caminos a preguntar.

Por besar su blanca frente las nubes la guiaron.
Es aquel tu amor, tendido está y le dio un vuelco el corazón.
Y la noche se los tragó, fueron dos sombras cruzando entre bomba y metralla.

Siga usted, mi capitán que aunque silben las balas,
el cielo le preservará como le decía él.
Cuentan que los vieron caminando hacia el pueblo en llamas
y que entre sus ruinas a los viajeros hablan.

Y la hierba ya no crece, polvo y hollín.

Ríos desbordados que arrastraron sus vidas.
Guerras que nadie deseó, que truncaron sus sueños.
Nunca hubo un amor tan fiel, un cariño tan grande;
aunque la memoria de este lugar haya olvidado sus nombres.

© El último de la fila

True colors

You with the sad eyes
Don't be discouraged
Oh I realize
It's hard to take courage
In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness here inside you
Makes you feel so small

But I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors
Are beautiful,
Like a rainbow

Show me a smile then,
Don't be unhappy, can't remember when
I last saw you laughing
If this world makes you crazy
And you've taken all you can bear
You call me up
Because you know I'll be there

And I'll see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow

© Cyndi Lauper
Performed by Eva Cassidy

Laura

I avui que et puc fer una cançó
recordo quan vas arribar
amb el misteri dels senzills,
els ulls inquiets, el cos altiu.
I Amb la rialla dels teus dits
vares omplir els meus acords
amb cada nota del teu nom,
Laura.

M'és tan difícil recordar
quants escenaris han sentit
la nostra angoixa per l'avui,
la nostra joia pel demà.
A casa enmig de tants companys
o a un trist exili mar enllà
mai no ha mancat el teu alè,
Laura.

I si l'atzar et porta lluny
que els déus et guardin el camí,
que t'acompanyin els ocells,
que t'acaronin els estels.
I en un racó d'aquesta veu,
mentre la pugui fer sentir
hi haurà amagat sempre el teu so,
Laura.

© Lluis Llach

Kathy's song

I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls

And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies

My mind's distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're asleep
And kiss you when you start your day

And a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme

And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you

And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I

© Paul Simon

Why don't you write me?

Why don't you write me
I'm out in the jungle
I'm hungry to hear you.
Send me a card,
I am waiting so hard
To be near you.(La, la, la)
Why don't you write?

Something is wrong
And I know I got to be there.
Maybe I'm lost,
But I can't make the cost
Of the airfare.

Tell me why
Why
Why
Tell me why
Why
Why

Why don't you write me,
A letter would brighten
My loneliest evening.
Mail it today
If it's only to say
That you're leaving me.(La, la, la)

Monday morning, sitting in the sun
Hoping and wishing for the mail to come.
Tuesday, never got a word,
Wednesday, Thursday, ain't no sign,
Drank a half a bottle of iodine.
Friday, woe is me
Gonna hang my body from the highest tree.
Why don't you write me?

Suzanne

Suzanne takes you down
to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.

And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.

© Leonard Cohen

O Sonho

Quem contar um sonho que sonhou
não conta tudo o que encontrou
Contar um sonho é proibido

Eu sonhei um sonho com amor
e uma janela e uma flor
uma fonte de água e o meu amigo

E não havia mais nada...
só nós, a luz, e mais nada...
Ali morou o amor

Amor, que trago em segredo
num sonho que não vou contar
e cada dia é mais sentido

Amor, eu tenho amor bem escondido
num sonho que não sei contar
e guardarei sempre comigo

© Madredeus

Que el rebaño paste en paz

"Yo no soy responsable de que me atraigan simultáneamente el campo y la ciudad, la tradición y el futuro; de que me encante el arte nuevo y me extasíe el antiguo; de que me vuelva loco la retórica hecha, y me torne más loco el capricho de hacérmela -nueva- para mi uso particular e intransferible."

© Gerardo Diego
Música: (Cantata 208) © J.S. Bach

O Infante

Deus quer, o homem sonha, a obra nasce
Deus quis que a Terra fosse toda uma
Que o mar unisse, já não separasse
Sagrou-te e foste desvendando a espuma

E a orla branca foi
De ilha em continente
Clareou correndo até ao fim do mundo
E viu-se a terra inteira, de repente
Surgir redonda do azul profundo

Quem te sagrou, criou-te português Do mar e nós em ti nos deu sinal
Cumpriu-se o mar e o império se desfez
Senhor, falta cumprir-se Portugal

E a orla branca foi
De ilha em continente
Clareou correndo até ao fim do mundo

E viu-se a terra inteira, de repente
Surgir redonda do azul profundo

© Fernando Pessoa / Dulce Pontes

Come what may

Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Everyday I love you more and more
Listen to my heart,
Can you hear it sings
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change winter to spring
But I love you until the end of time
Come what may, come what may
I will love you until my dying day

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste
It all revolves around you

And there's no mountain too high no river too wide
Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide
But I love you until the end of time
Come what may, come what may I will love you until my dying day
Oh come what may, come what may I will love you
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place...
Come what may, come what may I will love you until my dying day

© O.M.S. Moulin Rouge

We

We’re born we’re crying
we fall we’re trying
we’re little we’re laughing
we’re lonely sometimes

we grow we’re open
we’re lost we’re hoping
we’re careful we’re calling
we’re leaving behind

you say we need to work together
with love and care for everyone
without the fighting and the anger
you say the world could be as one

but every time that you say we
do you think about me?
‘cause every time that you say we
I hope you think about me

we’re strong we’re chosen
we’re scared we’re frozen
we’re hardened we’re hopeful
we’re holding at bay

we take we’re giving
we shake we’re living
we’re lovers we’re sinners
we’re running away

and if we fail to make a difference
and if our hope is almost gone
despite the fighting and the anger
you say the world could be as one

but every time that you say we
do you think about me?
‘cause every time that you say we
I hope you think about me

and every time that you say we
do you think about me?
‘cause every time that you say we
I hope you think about me

© Noa

Tu trouveras

Comme tout le monde j'ai mes défauts
J'ai pas toujours les mots qu'il faut
Mais si tu lis entre les lignes
Tu trouveras dans mes chansons
Tout c'que je n'ai pas su te dire

Il y a des fautes d'impression
Des "Je t'aime" un peu brouillon
Malgré mes accords malhabiles
Tu trouveras dans mes chansons
Tout ce que je n'ai pas osé te dire

Tu trouveras...
Mes blessures et mes faiblesses
Celles que j'n'avoue qu'à demi-mot
Mes faux pas mes maladresses
Et de l'amour plus qu'il n'en faut
J'ai tellement peur que tu me laisses
Sache que si j'en fais toujours trop
C'est pour qu'un peu tu me restes
Tu me restes

Il y en a d'autres que tu aimeras
Bien plus belles, plus fortes que moi
Je leur laisserai bien sûr la place
Quand je n'aurai plus dans mes chansons
Plus rien à te dire en face

Le temps vous endurcit de tout
Des illusions, des mauvais coups
Si je n'ai pas su te retenir,
Sache qu'il y a dans mes chansons
Tout c'que je n'ai pas eu le temps de te dire

Tu trouveras...
Mes blessures et mes faiblesses
Celles que j'n'avoue qu'à demi-mot
Mes faux pas mes maladresses
Et de l'amour plus qu'il n'en faut
J'ai tellement peur que tu me laisses
Sache que si j'en fais toujours trop
C'est pour qu'un peu tu me restes
Tu me restes

© Natasha St-Pier

Peccadilles importunes

La Segunda Ley de la Mecánica del Desarrollo Mental decía lo siguiente: «Si deseas algo, tienes que conseguirlo. Si lo deseas lo suficiente, lo conseguirás.»

En alas de la canción, Thomas M. Disch

Música: Erik Satie